His chilling voice echoed, "She is inside a glass coffin in a hole somewhere. She has very little air. Hundreds of Madagascar roaches cover her view to the sunlight. Unless you do as I say, I'll bury her in twenty-four hours." Her screams deafened him.

The "Glass Coffin" was a story that was on its way to becoming a really dark, disturbing horror-like work. In the end, I don't think I would have finished it. I usually like writing things that teach people something at the end... I don't know if this would have had such a possibility.

A good friend took my idea and completely re-shaped it into something infinitely less morbid, but chilling nonetheless.

You can look up "Ghost Writer" here on FictionPress, or do a little Google search. It's written by the very talented B.J Winters - who remains one of my favorite undiscovered (yet) talents.

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